During the winter, New York is a complete contrast to my parent’s home country of Burma. In Yangon, the capital of Burma, the heat scorches the pavement and the air vibrates in the light. My parents came from a country that was the opposite of New York City. My mother would have never imagined that she would live in a city halfway across the world. My father would have never imagined that he would be treating patients in an American hospital. I am sitting here today because of my parents’ journey to America.
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